I arrived home from work this morning to two Jehovah’s witnesses knocking on my door. Maggie was going bonkers inside signaling the alarm.
“Y’all let me calm my dog down,” I told them as I invited them inside. I put Maggie in the bedroom and shut the door. She finally settled down.
They were two nice elderly black ladies. Mrs. Florene would have liked them saying they were kind. I really didn’t want to fool with this after work. I can be too kind sometimes for my own good.
“Do you know God’s name?” the lead lady asked me.
“I am not sure,” I replied as I stammered for an answer.
She opened the bible and read a passage from Psalms about God’s name being Jehovah. She handed me two magazines to read and said they would be back in a week to see what I thought of what I read. So now I have Jehovah’s homework. I will probably read the pamphlets out of consideration for the ladies and talk to them about it next week.
You know what’s amazing about this? Is that maybe that Paxil I am taking is working. I normally would have been so socially anxious as to be about crazy from that. I was nice, calm, and collected, and treated the ladies with respect instead of shutting the door. Maybe I am getting better.